There is a moment, an instant, an incident, a point of contact where the mind pauses. Painting is an action and the action of a painter is a scream. Society has no face. It􀀁s the echo of voices, the scent of life. Colors are the expression of movements in the light. When one looks behind his shoulder, everything will fade away, flames will burn out and the bombs will take away the veil from the eyes of those who have lost their freedom.
The Outsiders, 8 Greek Street, London, W1D 4DG | Monday - Saturday 11am - 7pm, free entry
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